To A Tree Wrapped 'Round With Vines

October 15, 2009
Pale limbs wrapped around a
brown trunk,
the victim of an undeniable
that refutes evasion.
You innocent,
trapped in this web of romance,
so beneath and beyond your earthy knowledge --
all commitment, passion...
but no longevity.
There will be no escaping --
unless by some altruism or death --
but you are more
than either of you might be
You -- solid, ancient-yet-filtering;
the arms holding you, a child of my own generation --
reckless, knowing much of little;
a sensuous pagan
so willing to worship the things
so willingly believed necessary for life.

Perhaps you, oh Rooted One,
will teach the words of the wind,
the warmth of the earth,
and the surrender to existence.

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Aderes18 said...
Apr. 18, 2011 at 4:46 pm
I really don't get this poem at all!
tara* said...
Jan. 31, 2010 at 9:00 pm
a wish to surrender to existence? oh, how i wish my thoughts came out on paper as beautifully as yours do. you know it's good poetry when you can feel it in your chest. Thank you
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